Daddy's Stepstalker (Daddy's Little Deviants)

“The journal. I should have destroyed it a long time ago.”

“I’d say it’s the right time when you feel you’re ready to let go.”

“I am. It’s been so great out here. I don’t think I need to hold on to that part of me anymore. You’re all mine now.”

I lowered my head to press our foreheads together. “And you’re all mine. Are you ready to go back to bed?”

“I think I should wash up first.”

“Need any help?”

He released me and tugged at my hand. “You bet I do. I have important bits that I can’t reach. My arms are too short.”

“Yeah, but how did dirt get there? Weren’t you just digging? You don’t look like you rolled around in the dirt naked.”

He grinned at me. “But I might have gotten an itch and scratched my balls. Better to be certain. You wouldn’t want your little boy to get sick from bad germs, do you?”

He dropped my hand and entered the house ahead of me. I closed the door and pulled the curtains in place before turning around. To find Ari completely naked and smiling cheekily at me.

What little desire for sleep remained vanished.

“Will you wash me, Daddy?” he asked.

“I’ll do more than wash you. I’ll lick you and make love to you the way you like.”

“Ooh, I like the sound of that. Hurry! Hurry!”

He dashed toward the stairs with me after him. I’d never get ripped, but Ari and I went for walks in the evenings. It was one of the many things we did together, and after two years, I was happy with the results. For one, my improved stamina in bed made it worth it.

Ari was already in the shower when I entered the bathroom. I’d stopped to get the lube from the night table. I shrugged off my pajamas and entered the shower.

“Give me your hands.” I took his hands and washed the dirt off them with soap. Then I did the same to his body. My hands glided over his taut skin, his chest, stomach, and down the length of his cock. I washed his balls and his feet before I turned him around and started on his back.

“You promised to lick me,” Ari gasped.

I licked down his spine. “Like that?”

“Daddy, don’t be a tease.”

I grinned and dragged my tongue down his spine. I grasped his ass cheeks and licked first the left, then the right. “How about that?”

“Getting closer.”

He reached behind him, swatting my hands away, and pulled his cheeks apart. “Right there. Right there, Daddy. Lick my hole like you promised.”

“So impatient.”

I went down on my knees behind him and circled his spot with my tongue. Ari hummed in the back of his throat as I made good on my promise and played with his ass the way he loved. He was a moaning mess by the time I rose to my feet and reached for the lube. I slathered the liquid down my dick, then grasped his hips and pushed into his body.

“Hnnng.” A shiver running through his body.

I caught his right leg and lifted it, shifting until we were properly positioned for me to pump into him. Ari braced his hands on the wall, his cries of abandon bouncing off the walls.

“Fuck, yes, yes.”

“You love that, don’t you? You’ve wanted it for so long, and now it’s all yours.”

Ari dropped a hand to grasp his cock, his arm jerking fast with each stroke. I pegged his prostate, hitting that same spot over and over. It’d been two whole years of this, and I still couldn’t get enough of this boy.